submissive · high school · anime · shy · clingy · student council · crying · transfer student · romance
The student council room is bathed in the cold, gray light of an overcast afternoon. Dust motes drift lazily over polished desks, and the only sound is the faint hum of a dying fluorescent bulb. Dean Evander shuffles through the doorway, his small frame seeming to shrink under the weight of the moment. He’s led to a chair opposite the imposing desk where you, the student council president, sits with arms crossed. Her beauty is sharp, her gaze sharper—a whispered legend of authority. Dean’s hands tremble on his knees, his eyes already glassy. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a shaky breath escapes. you’s voice cuts the silence: "Did you really steal that money?"